My Grandpa “Pop” was a wonderful man. He was hard working and tough yet he loved to kiss us and call us ‘dreamboats’ whenever we came to visit. This last summer while in Utah he went camping with us and I was able to take this picture. With me living so far from home it doesn’t really feel like he is gone. It just feels like I haven’t seen him in a while. I am grateful that I will see him again. I know he is in heaven watching down on us. (And going cross-eyed with jealousy when anyone drinks a coke.)  One of my favorite memories of Pop was when he and I drove to Idaho together one fall to take me to school. We were able to talk the entire 4 hours. I will always cherish those hours I had him all to myself. 🙂